Every morning we wake up and there it is, your page waiting for you to write you day upon.
So we move through the day tending to daily tasks, at work and at home, creating a life as we go. Do we consciously choose how the day will progress or do we allow it to unfold, tripping over frustration and anger, and wondering how time disappeared? I prefer to live in the moment, not that I always do. In fact, too often I am the passenger in my own life rather than the driver moving in my chosen direction. Just for today, I'm going to steal moments.
I"ll read a poem about spring, daffodils...
or the dune poet, Harry Kemp's...
A Satisfactory Life
The sun, the wind, the moon; stars, birds, breasts about me;
O, this is the kind of life I want forever:
Thought by geographies; all details of pettniness
Erased by bright dune days,--
Days of good, new dawns; never-fogotten sunsets;
Nights when the sky is high as God with stars;
Times of the halcyon on brooding seas
Where joyous porpoises roll and prank like clowns.
My shack standing in the middle
Of all this, in the midmost
Of the leagues of sand, of the long,rolling leagues,
Next door to heaven andclose on the gates of sunset,
The opening of dawn;
I've got what few have,
I've got the life I want!
A sigh for Cape Cod
I'll embezzle time for Johnny jump-ups, the funny faces teared from the rain, searching for the sun.
Starting today, I will take a step forward and try not to glance back too far or too long.
Today, I'll celebrate moments.
How do you celebrate moments?
